A talented and rising young track star wants to make it to the nationals and break world records.
An intelligent non-conformist skirting the fastlane and hiding secret pains behind a wall of foul-mouthed bravado and false indifference hates jocks but wants to show him that there's more to life than running.
Innocent and courageous, embittered and sexually precocious--together Chris and Tori will discover that they have miles to go...
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Gracie C. McKeever is a writer/poet from the Bronx, and has been writing since the ripe old age of seven. But not until 1994 when she earned her first byline (her short story FORGIVEN published in a brand new genre fiction magazine out of Colorado) did she begin to take her talent seriously and believe she could take her writing to the next level: completing a novel. To date she has finished several novels, two poetry collections, and is proud to have joined the ranks of the e-published--a growing list of authors who have caught the "new wave of the future".
Since her first byline, Gracie's work has gone on to see exposure in various lit and art magazines and other venues. Of particular note: poetry, short stories and novel excerpts have been heard over the airwaves on KFJC's morning show, Dancing In The Fast Lane With Ann Arbor (Unbedtime Stories) out of Los Altos Hills, CA, in the Silicon Valley; articles, poetry and novel excerpts have been published in Street News ("World's Oldest Active Homeless Paper"); and she has read her poetry on Pseudo On-line Network (Street News Review).
Born and raised in New York City and living two subway-stops away from the celebrated "Bronx Bombers" (Go Yankees!), Gracie is a incontrovertible "aunt material" and shares her apartment with her cat Misty (the nieces and nephews are in the will, but the cat is not .)
Gracie can so far modestly lay claim to these awards and Honorable Mentions, though she remains ever optimistic of bigger and better things for her writing career:
• Honorable Mention, Quincy Writer's Guild Contests, 1993 and 1994 for fiction and poetry.
• Byline: 1994 Summer Poem Contest, 1997 Sense of Place Poem, and 1997 Inspirational Poem (2nd Place).
• Runner-Up 1994 Red Shoe Diaries Contest.
• Semi-Finalist 1996 Writers Network Screenplay and Fiction Competition (Miles To Go, a young adult novel).
• National Writers Association (NWA) 10th Place 1997 Novel Contest (Dancing In the Dark M/C Adult)
• Quarter-Finalist 1997 Writers Network Screenplay and Fiction Competition (Never Let You Go, M/C Adult).
"Miles To Go is a mind blowing coming of age story that will leave you with goose bumps. Gracie McKeever takes you by the hand and leads you into her world. It's not a gentle journey. You hurt when Chris and Tori hurt, you cry when they cry and you laugh at their juvenile behavior, but deep down you feel as if you know them."Angela B. -- Mink-Torres for Simply Dreams Reviews
"At first glance, Chris and Tori are easily passable for the stereotypes they assign to each other. To dismiss, however, either of these characters or this novel as stereotypical or underdeveloped would be a mistake. McKeever's novel of high school life in early '90s New York City is as fast as the runner whose story it tells. Miles to Go doesn't take any shortcuts when it comes to dealing with the issues teens face. Christiano 'Chris' Casanova's amazing running ability serves as the framework for this intense and dramatic novel... It's guaranteed to bring back memories of high school, written by a true voice of experience with a storyteller's originality."Colleen Miller -- ForeWord magazine
Tori watched Chris as he entered the classroom, followed him as he took the seat in front of her, winded and looking agitated. She leaned forward in her seat and whispered in his ear. "What's up with you?"
Chris didn't answer and Tori came to her own conclusions about his worried look. She put a hand on his shoulder. "You did fine," she assured.
He turned in his seat, all smiles and reassurances. "I know I did. Look who my tutor is."
Tori blushed, slapped his arm. "Didn't help last time."
"Hey, an 85 is better than a 65."
"I still had to reimburse you."
And she had, despite all his protests. She'd insisted they'd made a deal. So he'd taken his unnecessary ten percent.
"Tonight, we go out to celebrate," he stated.
"Hope there's an occasion."
Tori grinned at him, sat back in her seat as Mr. Kaufman, the Geometry teacher made his way into the room.
"All right class, let's get this torture over with," he opened in his sibilant lisp, daintily put his briefcase on the oak desk, unlatched the locks and removed a stack of papers. "I've got your tests graded and I have to tell you, I'm pretty disappointed with these scores."
Tori's heart plummeted. She knew she had passed, but what about her 'jock?
"Pass these back." Mr. Kaufman handed a stack of test papers to each of the five front-row students. The stacks were in order according to seat assignments so that each student only had to take their own paper and pass the rest back. Mr. Kaufman was meticulous this way.
"As you'll see, the usual individuals did well," he said, visually singling out Tori and several other math brains in the class.
Chris turned in his seat again, grinned and arched a brow at Tori. She arched one back as he passed her a stack.
"As for the rest..." Mr. Kaufman mournfully shook his head. "You all need to start cracking the books and studying a bit more, is all I can tell you."
Tori tapped Chris on a shoulder and he turned in his seat. "How'd you do?" she whispered.
"Not too good."
"How bad?" He couldn't have failed. They had worked too hard.
Chris put his paper on her scarred desk, pushed it to her.
Tori gasped, slapped a hand over her mouth.
A 56? A 56! Impossible. No wa--
"Casanova." Mr. Kaufman stood in front of Chris' desk, smiled down at him. "You're showing some excellent improvement. Keep up whatever you're doing."
Tori gawked at Kaufman, then glanced at Chris, saw his grin. She stared down at his paper again and realized that he was showing it to her upside down. It was a 95, not a 56. "Damn you." She cuffed him. "Rat."
"Dinner and a movie tonight. I'll pick you up after work."
Nothing seemed to get in his way.... Tori shyly nodded.He'd never taken her out, not on a date-date. She'd always scoffed at the idea. But tonight she'd go. She wanted to. She wanted 'jock to show her a good time. She wanted to be seen with him. She wanted Sharon and the other Bitch Goddesses at Everand who had ever given him more-than a wandering eye, to eat out their hearts.
She wanted him to make love to her again.